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Austria 
At night when the lakes is a mirror
And the moon rides the waves to the shore
A single soul sets his voice singing
Content to be slightly forlorn
A song rises over the lilies (Waa-ohh waa-ooh)
Sweeps high to clear over the reeds
And over the bulrushes´ swaying
To pluck at a pair of heartstrings
Two voices, now they are singing
Then ten, as the melody soars
Round the shimmering pond all are joining in song
As it carries their reverie on
Over the treetops and mountains
Over the blackened revines
Then softly it falls by a house near a stream
And over the garden wall
To thee
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